A chronicle of ownership of NB Percy and life in general. For the boater and the gongoozler alike.

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Naked on the towpath 3am involving myself with amorous Shenanigans

Well after all it was Valentine's Day ish..... Only problem is was not our own romantic entwinements rather those of the bloody ducks !!!

Opening the windows and asking them to go away only seemed to encourage them more, then the dog got involved with some serious barking. Bear in mind we were on a nice remote mooring outside the village of Whittington so your brave author took to the tow path in his all together and used the well placed mole hill mounds as lumps of artillery to dissuade the loved up ducks to take it somewhere else, no ducks were harmed in the process. The local moorhen got involved in the reallocation of the waterways. Eventually the ducks moved on and so did their awfully loud 'quacking'

So sorry dear reader it may not have been the details of the anniversary romps you feared, but another episode of living on the canals !

Good title Nev--caught my eye right away. Your story reminded me of an incident in my early 20's. I was a mom up throughout the night with an 18 month old toddler who was teething. We live in a log cabin out in the sticks and it was early springtime in Alaska--when the squirrels mate. They were chasing each other back and forth across the metal roof beginning at 4 am, for what seemed like hours. The third night with hardly any sleep I lost my cool, jumped out of bed starkers, grabbed the .22 rifle and sped off into the early dawn shooting up into the trees. I nailed one squirrel and the others escaped; the roof dances stopped. :)JaqX

Made me chuckle, not sure which would be scarier, naked man in his 50's using mole hills as his choice of weapon or a 20 something naked mum with a gun.... probably the latter and a little more interesting ;-)